Keerah's POV,
I decided to go back to my room, but before I climb up the stairs, the front door flew open and Eric walked in looking a little distorted.
I stared at him for only a few seconds before turning my face around and started to climb up the stairs.
"I'm sorry," He yelled from the doorstep where he stood, and I stopped slightly but did not turn to look at him, and then I continued up the stairs as he didn't say any more words.
"He couldn't seriously be expecting me to be jubilant of his miserly apology that held no meanings in it right," I let out feeling furious that he didn't try to stop me again for the second time when all he needed to do was that and I would forget all about being mad at him.
Maybe I should have told him I want to go home, and that I don't want to continue staying with him since our relationship seems to have no future whatsoever.
